During my brief foray into bathing suit shopping, I noticed how much better I looked in some store dressing rooms than others. Can retailers be playing tricks on us to increase the possibility we’ll make a purchase?
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I’ve never been a huge fan of swimsuit shopping. The suit I wear now was purchased on sale at Rawson’s in Omak at least 10 years ago. Every June, I promise myself I’ll buy a new one, but the purchase becomes so excruciating I can’t force myself to go through with it.
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In Mazama, the day comes when the light coming through the front windows changes. The sun has gotten higher in the sky and shifted to the south a little. It’s a sure sign of spring, but it also illuminates another sad fact: my windows are as filthy as sin.
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Each year about this time an avalanche of gardening catalogs cascades into my mailbox. I avidly pour through them, folding back page corners and circling items to order. In Mazama, where the temperature can stay below freezing for weeks on end, seed catalogs are a promise of good things to come.
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In November the Methow Valley turns gray. It is still, silent. Nothing moves. The trees, having lost their golden crowns, are stark outlines against a leaden sky. Driving back from town I see cows standing motionless in a field. They seem to be frozen.
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Did you see that news item about the 16-year-old can of soup found in the back of a refrigerator at the Chicago EPA office? I can beat that. The other day, while sorting though a box we’ve been storing for a grown son, I came across a Milky Way candy bar with a sell-by date of 1985.
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